It was Natasha

Nigel sat in his study staring blankly at the wall in front of him. He was shaken by what he witnessed at the club a few minutes ago. He was not shaken by the sight of spilt blood but by the one who spilt it. She had instilled fear into him in a way that he had never imagined possible before.

The image of her holding the blade and running it across the neck of his bodyguard replayed many times in his head but he still found it hard to accept. He never thought that what he did would bring forth such consequences. Haunting consequences.

At that moment he had forgotten about the man who was with her. He was too distracted by the fact that the purest person he knew was now capable of cold-blooded murder.

Even the bodyguard who had returned with him was shaken by Natasha's display of brutality. They could not even clean up the dead bodies from the club but rather found their way out leaving that for whoever would find them first.

Running his eyes across the table, his eyes fell on a piece of paper that he had just tossed on the table in annoyance the night before. Picking it up, he read the words, "WHO'S NEXT?" Boldly written on it in red ink.

He was deep and hard about who it would be but he could not think of any specific person. Because they were all guilty and she would certainly come for all of them. That made him wonder if he was the next person because she had told him that his time was running out one, too many times.

He shook his head at that thought. She could have killed him earlier but she did not rather leave that man...

Remembering the other person who was with them and whom Natasha seem to be taking orders from, He took out his phone to make a call. "I want photos of all the powerful and influential figures in Ariz City and the cities around it." He said as soon as the call got connected and answered.

"Yes sir." The voice from the other end of the line replied though he found it weirdly odd that his boss should ask something like that out of the blue. But the man seem to have lost a few screws in his head lately so he didn't ask and just agreed to don't after all he would still

get paid no matter how bizarre his task was.

Nigel disconnected the call and made another one. "Natasha killed Bryan," He said after the call was received. It was the director who had asked him about Natasha.

Silence reigned briefly before the man spoke. "Do you have her?" He asked not sounding too surprised by the revelation.

"No," Nigel replied and he heard a sigh from the man. "She had company," Nigel said gaining the attention of the other man. "A man. I have never seen him around her before but something tells me that he is dangerous." He further explained.

"You let her go because she had company? What were you thinking...?"

"I lost three of my specially trained bodyguards, and one needs the help of a psychiatrist," Nigel said cutting him mid-sentence. He did not have the time to hear another man's rants when he had other things to do.

"How is that possible?!" the man asked but Nigel did not bother answering that question.

"Watch your back and be careful, it could be anyone next time." He warned and disconnected to call to make another until he was done warning the people whom he thought should know about it.

******

Away from the Wallace Manor where Nigel.l was, Mr Anders sat on his bed staring out the window of his bedroom. The moon out there was full and bright illuminating the world beautifully but he could but appreciate its beauty.

His mind was occupied by what Nigel had just told him. He looked at the woman sleeping soundly in the bed beside him. She slept so peacefully like a child and he wondered if she will ever forgive him if she found out the truth about what he and the others had done.

He stood up and walked towards the window and gazed upon the city that was still bright and buzzing, looking as lively as ever, the exact opposite of how he felt at the moment. If he had known things would turn out this way, maybe he would have stayed out of it for the sake of his family.

'Can't sleep?" came the voice of his wife. She raised her head and supported it with her palm with her elbow on the bed while lying on her side.

He turned around and saw her looking worried for him. "Sorry if I woke you up." He said walking back to the bed. She sat up, turned on the side lamp and patted the spot next to her and he sat there facing her.

"What is it?" She asked while placing her hand on the side of his face. "You know you can always talk to me, Patrick."

Patrick wanted to tell her but his tongue felt so heavy to move and no words came out even after a long time. He just stared into her eyes and felt even worse than before. "It's just work, nothing too serious." He lied through his teeth. He found lying much lighter and easier to do than speaking the truth.

He prayed for his wife's forgiveness if what happened to Bryan ever happens to him. But he could not bring himself to tell her. He couldn't face her.

"If it is not serious then why it is keeping you up at night?" she asked taking her hand off his cheek and back to her side.

"We can't take things too lightly, right?" he said with a forced smile that only reached his eyes when she was looking and disappears when she closed her eyes and shook her head at his words.

"Come, let's sleep, it's late," she said putting herself back under the bed covers and waiting for him to join her.

Having no other choice, he raised the covers and slipped himself inside to join her for the night. Wrapping his arms around and she snuggled closer, they slept through the night with one of them having nothing to worry about. While the others, worried about everything.